I BRING AN OFFERING!!1!!11
First post! I joined this lovely community a few weeks ago, but I wanted to contribute something instead of just saying 'Hi! N00b in the house!'. So, because I lack the ability to draw anything other than docks - dogs that people think are ducks - I have brought you a fic instead.
BTW, just as a little side-note, thanks to
bane_ookami for getting me into Bevin and for telling me about this community.
Random Untitled Fic About Smoothies and Being Unable To Afford Them
“You're a dollar short, kid.” Ben stared at the acne-ridden teen who was serving him. A dollar short? How could this happen? When it came to Mr Smoothie, Ben always had more than enough money with him.
“...Oh. Um, just a sec.” Ben began rooting around in the pockets of his jacket. He was convinced he'd have some loose change stuffed somewhere. Unfortunately, his pockets produced nothing but a few cents and a lint-covered lollipop. The pockets of his jeans didn't help much either. Could he possibly trick the employee into thinking that a couple of Sumo Slammer cards and a hairy lollipop were valuable?
"Look, kid, I ain't got all day. You can either just take the one smoothie and get lost or pay up. But, like, hurry. My boss'll cut my pay if he thinks I'm slackin'.”
Ben was just about to offer up his goodies, when he felt something vibrate against his hip. He gave the employee a sheepish smile and plucked his phone out of his jacket pocket. Oh, goody. A message from Kevin.
'Hurry up, Tennyson, or I'm driving off without you.'
“Charming.” Ben mumbled, and sighed. Placing his phone back in his pocket, he handed over the money he had and took the one smoothie, grabbing a straw before leaving.
Ben glared at Kevin as he sat down in the passenger seat of Kevin's green Dodge Challenger. He placed the single smoothie on top of the dashboard.
“Um...where's mine?” Kevin asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I didn't have enough money on me, so I could only afford one. Go buy your own.”
“Have you seen the size of the line, Tennyson?” Kevin pointed inside Mr Smoothie, proving his point. “I'm not going in there.”
“Well, then, this is mine.”
Ben grabbed the cup and raised the straw up to his lips. He was suddenly stopped by Kevin's hand closing around his wrist.
“Now, Benji, didn't Momma Tennyson teach you to share?"
LJ currently hates me. A lot...I'm gonna go bake a cake now.
BTW, just as a little side-note, thanks to
bane_ookami for getting me into Bevin and for telling me about this community.
Random Untitled Fic About Smoothies and Being Unable To Afford Them
“You're a dollar short, kid.” Ben stared at the acne-ridden teen who was serving him. A dollar short? How could this happen? When it came to Mr Smoothie, Ben always had more than enough money with him.
“...Oh. Um, just a sec.” Ben began rooting around in the pockets of his jacket. He was convinced he'd have some loose change stuffed somewhere. Unfortunately, his pockets produced nothing but a few cents and a lint-covered lollipop. The pockets of his jeans didn't help much either. Could he possibly trick the employee into thinking that a couple of Sumo Slammer cards and a hairy lollipop were valuable?
"Look, kid, I ain't got all day. You can either just take the one smoothie and get lost or pay up. But, like, hurry. My boss'll cut my pay if he thinks I'm slackin'.”
Ben was just about to offer up his goodies, when he felt something vibrate against his hip. He gave the employee a sheepish smile and plucked his phone out of his jacket pocket. Oh, goody. A message from Kevin.
'Hurry up, Tennyson, or I'm driving off without you.'
“Charming.” Ben mumbled, and sighed. Placing his phone back in his pocket, he handed over the money he had and took the one smoothie, grabbing a straw before leaving.
Ben glared at Kevin as he sat down in the passenger seat of Kevin's green Dodge Challenger. He placed the single smoothie on top of the dashboard.
“Um...where's mine?” Kevin asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I didn't have enough money on me, so I could only afford one. Go buy your own.”
“Have you seen the size of the line, Tennyson?” Kevin pointed inside Mr Smoothie, proving his point. “I'm not going in there.”
“Well, then, this is mine.”
Ben grabbed the cup and raised the straw up to his lips. He was suddenly stopped by Kevin's hand closing around his wrist.
“Now, Benji, didn't Momma Tennyson teach you to share?"
LJ currently hates me. A lot...I'm gonna go bake a cake now.